When I was little, little I had a red and white gingham apron that either my grandmother made or else my Great-great Auntie made for me. I wore it EVERY time I "helped" my grandmother in the kitchen. I had my own baking tools and pans too. A little rolling pin, and a pastry size pie pan. I had to stand on a black and chrome stool in order to reach the top of the counter, but my head was still lower than my Grandmother's shoulders. She was a short woman, 5'3" but to me she was tall. I remember being mesmerized by the swinging of her chicken wing arm while she whipped batter by hand. I remember laughing and goofing around while we stirred and mixed ingredients. Mostly I remember how much I loved her and she loved me. These memories are precious to me!!!
How about you? Do you have moments in your life that are precious you to? Tell me about it.
